Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
Hydrangeabloom Hydrangeabloom
Where does it go? Like how spring melts the snow?
Where does it go? Like how spring melts the snow?
{$title} Having lay low for a couple of moons, Hydrangeabloom decides to take helping his clanmates following the Shadowclan raid into his own paws, in his own way with what he knows best - weaving.
———————————— I can remember the feeling of being small. ✦
The grey tom had been lying low the last few moons, focusing on improving his hunting and, more importantly, having found a knack for weaving. He didn't even consider it an opportunity until he watched Peachtrot weave some delicate little flowers altogether into a crown. It had taken a while of fumbling around, piles of torn and ruined leaves and reeds and flowers, but now he really started to find a groove in it all.
Of course, he refused to not earn his keep, hunting when the freshkill pile grew pitiful or keeping an eye on the apprentices when other, more senior warriors grew busy. But after Shadowclan's attack on the clan, he wanted to do more. He was a frankly poor fighter as it stood, skinny and weak, hunting there was only so much he could do. But when he tagged along on a herb patrol once and saw cats struggling to hold everything, a thought came to mind.
While he enjoyed making decorative weaves - there were a few small bangles around his own paws and a sea glass baring necklace he was working on slowly - he realised functional weaving outside of nests and dens would be of more use now than ever. He was working on his first draft, humming something or the other, he couldn't remember the words, but it was a warm little tune that reverberated from the back of his throat.
The cradle of the thing already seemed too shallow, he realised, nose scrunching up a little. Holding out what was meant to be a herb carrying basket was turning out far too wide and shallow, the angle of which he had started too large and would trip anyone up trying to use it.
Hydra's tail waved absently, now trying to decide what it could be turned into rather than waste the leaves already tucked tightly into the weave of the alleged basket. A bowl? A weird nest? The weaver groaned a little, his projects always took some trial and error, but this time he would have rathered it come together faster to be at least of some use to the rest of the clan.
- ooc - who cheered hydras back after 4 months i miiiissed him, i wanted him to become a weaver so the 4 months he was gone hes been practising so time to yap and weave !!! or not if you dont know how, asking questions is okay too ehheh
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Hydrangea
✦—Riverclan Warrior | 18 Moons
✦—He/Him
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A white and blue-grey tabby with light blue eyes.
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